"Even if Eliana is fucked?" Eli laughed, reaching up to hold his hand as she leaned into him. She contemplated something. He had opened up a lot to her, hadn't he? "Actually, I used to steal the good silverware and my mom's jewelry. They'd always blame it on the nannies. So, I guess, my always having different nannies was more on me than anyone. I didn't meet my biological father until I was thirteen and around fourteen I started doing hardcore partying."
"Dad told me to," she laughed, nudging him with her shoulder. "I tried some drugs, they didn't do anything for me, so I just stuck to sex and vandalism. Around the time I was sixteen I was so bad, my parents couldn't ignore it anymore, and they sent me off to some all girls school. I dropped out as soon as possible and pretty much traveled around ever since."
"When you spend so much time with outrageous people, you find fun in the normalcy of the world," Eliana replied seriously. "When I first came to Manta Carlos, I was so happy to see all my family. I got along so well with them. Then I left back to Ireland for about three years, back to my old home, really didn't clear anything up for me. Anyway, that kind of leaves us where we are now, huh?"